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Vox felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. At any other time he would have ignored it, especially since he was in a meeting. But he was bored off his USBs, waiting for it to be over. At the moment one of his techs from R&D was giving the most fucking long-winded presentation, and he was counting the seconds.
He could even hear Marcus stifling a yawn next to him. Very unprofessional. Well, maybe Vox would be able to relieve some of his irritation by taking it out on his Assistant's hide afterwards. It had been a good while since he'd used his belt on someone.
Cheered somewhat by the prospect, Vox took a look at the message. Valentino. Of course it was.
Tino: miss you Voxy.
V: Val you know I'm in a meeting right now
Tino: I know. :]
V: fucking brat
There was a long enough pause that Vox wondered if he had offended Val. Probably, the petulant bitch. But then as he was about to pocket his phone it vibrated again.
He opened up the message and proceeded to drop his phone. It bounced off the edge of the table, and skittered to just beyond his reach.
Marcus automatically bent to retrieve it, and gulped audibly when he saw the screen. Blushing to the tips of his ears, he placed the phone screen down on the table. Clearing his throat, Marcus slid it towards Vox, turning his face away.
Muttering to himself, Vox took another look at Val's message.
A photo of Valentino in stockings and a thong, sprawled across Vox's bed, head tilted to give the camera a somewhat smug, very slutty smile. His legs were spread wide, one hand running along his thigh. If that weren't enough, he'd edited the picture. Vibrant pink text scrawled on the image "Daddy, cum on", and a pair of drawn arrows pointed straight to Val's crotch.
Tino: wish you were here ~<3
V: very subtle
V: whore
Tino: si Papí ;]
V: be there in 5-10 mins
V: prep yourself for us
Tino: us..? :}~
Vox cleared his throat loudly, finally putting his phone back in his pocket
"Gentlemen, I hate to cut this short," he lied with a toothy grin, "but we are strapped for time right now. Why don't you summarize the rest of your findings and have the information on my Assistant's desk no later than noon tomorrow."
Marcus winced a little when he was mentioned. He looked over at Vox pitifully with those big, mismatched eyes.
"And on that note, this meeting is adjourned. Everyone get the fuck out."
His employees didn't need to be told twice, and they certainly didn't linger.
"Not you."
Marcus made a strangled yelp as Vox pulled him into his lap.
"S-sir?"
"We're going to head upstairs for lunch."
Vox grinned when Marcus's jaw fell open.
"I saw you take a peek at that picture, naughty boy. Don't you want to see it up close and personal?"